Ji Nan leaned against the car and played with his cell phone with his head lowered. He was indifferent and had the same attitude as before. "If you have the guts, run over me."
This attitude couldn't be said to be arrogant.
Veins bulged on the deputies' foreheads. They were furious with him.
"What do we do?"
A tattooed man from the third hall in the south gritted his teeth and turned to speak to the assistants from the other halls. "The hall master and the others are still inside. We can't be stopped here by him."
Those from the northern halls were all from the Ji family branch. They were more or less related to the main branch by blood. They looked at Ji Nan hesitantly. "But Young Master Nan is blocking the way. We can't attack him."
"So we just stand here and watch?!" The tattooed man was dissatisfied with this answer and questioned coldly and stiffly.
Just as he was at his wits' end—
Suddenly, someone stepped forward.
